Disclaimers : I do not own How To Train Your Dragon nor the characters nor the dragons. I only own the personnality of Zephyr and Nuffink, the OCs, the winterwind dragon and the shadows.
Cover art by me, please don't use it.
Hope you enjoy !
Love and scales !
Chapter 7
Two boys and a secret
Going back home was noisy and time-consuming. After Astrid's scolding going on for several minutes, came Hiccup's. Both boys remained silent and head low, barely listening to what was been said. Even if Hiccup was the clan's leader, his scold was pretty soft compared to his wife's.
When the boys were finally sent to bed, they climbed the stairs without any protest. Nuffink sighed with relief once theu reached his room. He thought they were free and could go to sleep, but it was without counting on Zephyr.
She was waiting for them, sat on the desk chair, arms folded and narrowed eyes. Nuffink sighed again, this time with exasperation. True, Zephyr was there too, and he too often forgot it meant having a second mom.
''Great.'' He sighed with sarcasm. ''You're going to scold us, too ?''
Braan entered behind him, hesitantly, while Zephyr got up and walked to them. Yet, when she stood in front of her, her expression changed. Her eyes softened, she smiled and held up her hands as if asking both boys for a high-five.
''Welcome to the rebelion.'' She laugh mischievously.
Both boys looked at each other, puzzled, but then high-fived her. She chuckled and hugged them both.
''You two… I would have never dare do something like this. You better tell me everything about it.''
Nuffink tensed up again. Tell her everything about it ? But would she believe him, even with Braan's back up ? Upon his sister's shoulder, he glanced at the boy, who just shrugged in reply. Why was he so casual about it ? Zephyr let go of them with the same smile and looked at them expetently. So her brother decided to be honest.
''We went to the forest looking for dragons, and we found two of them ! A nightfury and a…'' He trailled off and turned to Braan. ''What is the white's specie ?''
Braan just shrugged, which forced the young viking to think. He made his imagination work faster than ever before to find a name to the dragon.
''A winterwind dragon.'' He finally stated with satisfaction.
But his smile faded when he saw his sister's jaded look. She crossed her arms over her chest and pouted with a frown.
''You're not funny. You don't want to relate your adventures ? Fine, then I won't relate mine. Now go to bed, loosers.''
She passed between them and pressed their head to hunch them forward. She almost slammed the door behind her, her steps stamping in the corridor and getting lower as she retreated to her own room.
Both boys glanced at each other again. Nuffink was massaging the back of his neck as Braan was fixing his hair. They hesitated for a few moment, then burst out laughing.
''Could have been worse.'' Nuffink admitted.
''Me agree.''
They laughed a bit, then changed their clothes for night. Once again, Nuffink lended somthing to the other boy, this time it was a long brown tunic. He told him to use it for night. When they finally got under the furrs and ready to sleep, niether of them could close their eyes. They stayed awake and started a conversation in the dark. Anyway, Nuffink needed to talk about the events of the day.
''So… Toothless ? Snow ?''
Braan chuckled before answering with another question. The sound of his laughter always seemed to lift up the tension in the air. Maybe that was why he always laughted ?
''What you think ?''
''Honestly ? This is… insane ! In the good way, I mean. H-How did you manage to tame the both of them ?''
''No tame. Us friends. Them me family.''
The tone in Braan's voice changed at the end of his sentence. He seemed sadder. Nuffink didn't need being soothsayer to know the story behind this was sad. On one hand, he wanted to know, but on the other hand he was afraid this was a too sensitive spot for them to talk about this early. They knew each other for only two days, after all.
He rose in his bed, resting on his elbows, a worried look to his right, where the furr bed was resting on the floor. Braan was resting on his back, his arms folded under his head as a pillow, eyes glued to the ceiling. Yet he turned his head to the viking, and met his questioning look. Nuffink gathered his courage and took the risk of asking.
''What happened for you to end up with them ?''
Braan lowered his gaze, then resumed to his previous pose. Nuffink thought he wouldn't talk about it, yet he did.
''Too small to remember. Only see fire, men in black furr and paint on face. Me and first mommy run in forest, men chase us. Mommy ask me run, so me run. Us apart, never see her again.''
He closed his eyes and breathed in as if keeping tears to form in his eyes. Nuffink didn't like to see him like this, but he as touched to boy trusted his story to him. It meant Braan trusted him.
''Found mommy Snow after. Afraid before, but she protect me from men. Leave together, live together. Snow me new mommy.''
This sad but resoluted answer stole any word from the viking. This story was sad, and seeing how it downed the boy, Nuffink didn't dare asking further questions.
An akward silence surrounded them. Nuffink didn't know what to say, nor found a way to change subject. He wanted to do something for the boy, yet he didn't have this colorful smoke to cheer him up and entertain him. All he could do was support him, comfort him. He chose to leave his bed. Braan sat up when he joined him, confusion over his face, and let the viking put a hand on his shoulder.
Silence stayed a bit longer before the viking squeezed his grip and finally talked.
''I guess you noticed, but I don't have friends, here. I don't know what it's like to loose a dear one, but I do know how it feels to be lonely. So I want you to know that, as long as I'm here, you won't be alone. Got it ?''
Braan stared at him silently, his eyes widdened, he seemed surprised and touched. Nuffink kept his hand on his shoulder and looked deep into his brown eyes. He never really paid attention to them, barely noticing their special color. Well, it wasn't the first thing to be noticed. People mostly noticed first his foreign clothes and features, then his scrawny frame. He was so small Nuffink could almost look over his head.
However, his eyes were a much more consistent proof of his foreign origins that his features. They were brown. Every living person on Berk had light eye color. Blue, green, sometimes a combination of both colors. The only exception was Gorth's father, these light brown, hazelnut-like eyes. Even Gorth didn't inherited this special color since he had his mother's eyes.
Braan was the first person he met with this incredibly dark eyes. The color was almost the same as his hair, it was warm and kind more expressive, any light and reflection was more visible in it.
Yet it wasn't the only different thing in Braan's being, body or personality. This boy was nothing like the vikings Nuffink knew for his whole childhood. Braan was lively, full of enthusiasm, joyful, energic and he seemed to fin fun in anything.
Unlike the other youth of the island, speaking only about strength and honor, this boy was only thinking of living. He was innocent.
Pouring himself completely in the warm brown orbs, the chief's son suddenly felt something in him. A feeling of warm spreading inside his chest and head. Both boys stayed like this for how-long-the-gods-knew before Nuffink came back to his senses. He took back his hand and got back to his bed in silence.
He weirdly couldn't look straight at Braan after that, and silence felt embarrassing. He suddenly wanted to disppear, so he burried himself under the furrs, showing his back to the brown-eyed boy, trying to calm down. He still found the courage to wish him good night. To his surprise, this time the boy replied. But the viking wouldn't spent a good night with all these thoughts racing his mind.
He thought about the conversation they just had. Braan's story was just incredible. Despite a dark beginning and blurred events that separated him from his birth family, he was then raised up by dragons, as their son. But most importantly, the way he trusted him with this story warmed up the viking's heart. He now understood better why Braan seemed so confused the first day.
It was not that he didn't remembered his name nor his family, he was just torn up between the first one, and the dragon's one.
Although, Braan mentioned something about his home. A hole, waterfall, and sea… Nuffink knew Drakanheim had a secret entry in the middle of the ocean, where great waterfalls circled a huge hole. This kind of matched the boy's words. Nuffink thought it out and understood that, actually, Braan wasn't confused at all, he just didn't know the name 'Drakanheim' back then, he didn't know how to call his home.
The same thing with his name, it didn't really seem like Braan didn't remember it. Maybe he had forgotten about the one his birth family gave him, but he did gave the one the dragons gave him. What was it, again ? Something like… No-Wings. No wonder the boy prefered to be called Braan.
Then something else popped up his Nuffink's mind : Braan's behaviour. His heart kind of ached when he remembered the sadness on the boy's face, and how it spread to him. Braan had lost everything. His family, his clan, his home. All he had was the dragons. Yet he was joyful and laughed at everything. He was living each day at the fullest and didn't seem to care if he had a place somewhere in this world.
His life with the dragons seemed to suffice him, and doing so Nuffink admired him. When he glanced at the form a few steps away on his right, and saw his peaceful sleeping face, he felt his heart pinched. He pictured the warm brown eyes in which he could have drowned as in the deeper sea.
The pain in his chest grew stronger, his breath quickening, his face on fire. He tried to calm down and shifted in his bed. What was happening to him ?
He shook his head and tried to sleep, yet as the sleep embraced him, he still felt this heat wave. His dreams remained a complete mystery for him, all he could tell was that he kicked out the furrs during the night. Was he dreaming about dragons and fire ?
Next morning, he was the first to wake up. He rubbed his eyes and yawned before looking in Braan's direction. He saw his back protuding from the blanket, still asleep. Somehow, he reassured him. He didn't feel ready to talk to him casualy after what he had learnt about him. Plus, his mind was still racing with questions and toughts.
Braan trusted him with the dragons and his story, that meant a lot for the viking. Was he really going to make friends on his own ? Or would all his efforts would come to a waste ?
He changed in soundless speed and went downstairs. Like every morning, even if he was awake earlier than usual, his father was already out. His mother was about to leave too, but she saw her son and stopped.
She worried about his trouble expression and wanted to ask what was wrong, then she remembered he was grounded. It was not the time to take back her words. So she frowned and made it clear.
''Don't forget Braan and you are grounded. None of you is to leave the house today.''
''Morning to you too, mom...'' He sighed.
She stayed silent and glared at him, fists on her hips and one eyebrow raised.
''… Got it.''
She then smile with satisfaction and left. She still greeted him with kindness, even if her son took it as impudence.
''See you tonight, love you.'' She told him.
He only grunted in reply.
The door closed behind her, and her voice could be heard outside, followed by Zephyr's higher one.
''Ah, Zephyr. You're ready, sweetie ?''
''You're kidding ? I've been waiting for you for ages !''
Astrid only laugh, then Nuffink heard their footstep recede.
He stretched his arms and sprawled upon the table, lying his head on it while he was still sitting. He sighed deeply, this day was going to be long and boring. Maybe he'd go back to his drawings ?
A few moments later and Braan went down the stairs, and greeted it with a half-asleep voice, yawning.
''Hi.''
''M-Morning !'' The viking blenched.
Braan then looked to the door, he seemed dejected.
''Us really stay inside today ?''
''Mom seemed serious…''
Silence fell after that, as if it was exactly the answer Braan didn't want to hear.
''So… What if us out ?''
''Absolutely !'' The viking took it as an invitation he didn't dare to express. ''What do you want to do ?''
He smile genuiely to the brown-eyed boy, an elbow resting in the border of the table.
''See dragon.'' Braan smiled.
''Good idea !''
''You bring fish.''
''Fish ? What for ?''
''Them to like you.''
He winked and rushed to the back-door, not bothering to eat anything before doing so.
''Nuff' !'' The boy called out from the outside. ''You hurry !''
Nuffink sighed and rubbed his forehead. Not that he wasn't happy to see the dragons again, he was almost as ecstatic as Braan. However, he was reluctant to steal fish from the shed.
Of course, they could just fish something in the river on their path, but they wouldn't get enough to sustain those giant reptiles' hunger. Steal one or two fat salmons from the shed was so much more easy and faster, but more risky too, especially with an exit ban. Braan seemed to like living dangerously and helped him on this task. Reaching the shed was easy. Going in too, Braan watching their backs while Nuffink went inside to stole the fish. He only took one, the fatest salmon he had ever seen, and to his surprise going out and leaving with their prize was as easy as the rest of the mission.
Both boys left snickering and disppeared into the woods. Yet once they entered it, Nuffink doubted.
''Are you sure we'll find the dragons ? Do you know where they went ?''
''Quiet place. With water.''
He shrugged as if he just described a very specific location they just needed to walk to, but it was easier said than done.
Nuffink rolled his eyes. He may like Braan, the boy was a bit too carefree to his taste. They searched for several hours, the sun making its way in the sky. Nuffink had troubles to bear the fish's scent, he felt like it was rotting in his very hands. Finally, they ended up in the place Nuffink was trying to reach for a couple of days : the Stairs.
They were in the border of the upper cliff, hidden between trees with an amazing view off all the stairs. They were all of differents sizes, some could be jumped off without any risk, others… obviously not. Some were just naked stone, the majority were covered in luxurious vegetation, others were forming water pools. A few little waterfall littered the place, falling step by step until they gathered at the bottom into a big lake.
Braan frozed when he saw this incredible natural formation, his jaw dropping and his eyes sparkling, making the viking enxt to him laugh. Then they spotted an agitation below.
Two steps below, were the dragons. To Nuffink's surprise, they weren't just two. Snow and Toothless were there, but there was two other winged creatures. They had the same shape and frame as Toothless, but they were slightly smaller. Both boys worried when they hear a whine and, when the night fury stepped aside, he revealed something.
Braan put his hand on the viking shoulder, silently asking him to wait here, before he dashed forwards. He went down to meet the dragons.
Nuffink waited but couldn't keep his eyes off the scene. He squinted his eyes, trying to see better what was happening, but he was too far. Braan came to the dragon, stroking his mother's head before disappearing, completely hidden behind them. This worried the viking, something wasn't right there.
He breathed in and went down too. Slowly, carefully, he didn't want to scare the dragons, even if two of them already knew him. The closer he got, the better he could see the different figures. The first one he could identify was black. He confirmed it was another night fury and got a closer look.
Actually, this dragon wasn't completely black. His belly and the bottom of his paws was white, just as his snout and the end of thoses things on his head that looked like ears. This one crouched and tilted its head towards the other one, rose again and turned around him. Nuffink couldn't see the see the second one since Toothless was in front of him. The smaller dragon seemed playful, or worried ? It was difficult to say from the distance.
The viking kept on moving forwards, until he could get a glimpse of the other dragon. He was a night fury too, but white. Not as white as Snow, white some blackness here and there. A bit at the end of the ears, on all its back horns, and at the end of the fins.
He was wasn't moving, he lied on the grass, looking at the other with big green eyes. He didn't seem dare to move, and Nuffink didn't take long to figure out why : a trunk had fallen on his tail and right later leg.
Braan crouched next to him and inspected the trunk and the dragon, seemingly seraching for any wound. When he tried to push the trunk, groaning since it was too heavy for him, the dragon hissed in pain.
''Me sorry, me sorry !'' Braan yelped, releasing the trunk before coming back to the dragon's head to stroke it. ''All fine, us free you, Day.''
Nuffink blinked at the name the boy gave the dragon. Did he know this one too ? The small black night fury kept on zoning aroung them, which seemed to irritate the white one, making him growl.
Their noises seemed higher than Toothless', which indicated they were younger. Yet they were too big for babies.
''Dawn, fish ?'' Braan asked the other small dragon.
Said dragon stopped in his tracks and blinked his bright blues eyes to Braan, before taking off and going to the lake further below.
After his leaving, Braan sat properly, just next to the white fury's head, and stared at the trunk. Nuffink did as well and noticed that the fallen tree was covered in black circles, it seemed burnt as if someone had thrown fire balls to it. It was silly, of course, some couldn't form fireballs… Wait, dragons could spit fire, couldn't they ? But why would one of them send a tree on another ?
Nuffink came back to his senses when he heard Braan's laugh. On his right, Toothless was grumbling, as if he was saying something. Braan slided a hand into his brown hair, the other resting on the scaly head of the injured beast. Green eyes met brown, as if the dragon was speaking with his eyes, then he growled.
''Me sorry.'' Braan laughed. ''But you ask for it. Snow say stop this tree.''
He laughed a bit more, the dragon letting out a vibrating sound that could be a laugh, rising one of his nostrils. He seemed making fun of the boy. Nuffink got hypnotized by their behavior. Braan talked to the creatures as if he could understand them, but since he grew up with them, he likely found a way to translate their noises and growls.
The viking kept on watching and listening, trying to interpret what he was eavesdropping. He seemed to be suggesting the white fury himself attacked the tree until it accidently fell on him. It did was silly, clumbsy even, as if it was a mistake… No, not a mistake. Foolishness.
Like kids' foolishness ? Was this fury a kid ? His smaller size seemed confirm it, yet the black, blue eyed one and him were both as tall as yaks. Baby dragons were supposed to be so small vikings could lift them in their arms, weren't they ? At least that's what he learnt with Fishlegs. Baby gronks were that small, but maybe night furies were different ?
He tried to remember the storis his father told him about Toothless, the night fury seemed to be taller than the chief, while these two clearly weren't. So they weren't babies, but still young ones.
So much questions flooded Nuffink's mind, so much he wondered how it hadn't had exploded yet. He shook his head and resumed his walk, he didn't noticed he had stopped.
It took him a bit more time to join them too, then a deep growl was all that he met. A growl from the white fury. Braan tried to calm him down but said dragon hissed loudly and suddenly threw a bright light from his mouth. The light dashed in Nuffink's direction, threatening to hit him with full blast, but he didn't have the time to do anything before everything went black.
He had curled on himself, trying to shield him with his arms, and wondered why he didn't feel any pain. Everything was dark around him, was he dead ? Just like this ? His heart was racing inside his chest, he could feel it. Would he feel it if he was dead ?
Then, suddenly, darkness moved. It uncurled from around him, revealing huge black wings that had protected him, and a worried like Toothless moaning at him. Still chocked, Nuffink stumbled upon his feet to get up, half-lying on the dragon's neck.
''I-I'm fine, thanks Toothless.''
The dragon nodded, then roared loudly on the white dragon, as a parent scolding their child. Then Nuffink understood. Was the two smaller furies Toothless' kids ? Braan left the dragon's side and ran to him, helping him keep steady by holding his arm.
''You fine ?''
''Yeah… Huh yeah, just a bit startled.''
Braan smiled with a mixture of relief and jibe, then he ruffled the blond hair without warning. Nuffink chased his hands away before noticing leafs falling from his head. His face made the boy laugh harder. The viking didn't like people to touch his hair, even less ruffle it, but since Braan just wanted to expel the leafs, he forgave him.
''Thanks.'' He said with a pout.
''Come.'' The boy told him before walking back to the white dragon.
Nuffink hold back his breath and pressed his lips together, his shoulders tensing up as he neared the snarling beast. Toothless eyes him cautiously, as to prevent another commotion, while Snow was just laughing with her peculiar cooing.
Both boys sat on the grass next to the injured dragon, whose behavior completely changed when he noticed the fish Nuffink still had on him. The viking laughed and gave it to him, only to see the dragon snap it and engulf it without a bite. He liked his lips with satisfaction, purring faintly.
Then the purr got louder and he rubbed his head on the viking's lap, seemingly thankful for the tidbit. Braan chuckled.
''Haha, him like you.''
''You think so ?'' Nuffink beamed.
''Him Day. Day, Nuffink.''
The dragon looked at the viking in the eye, deep green meeting forest green, and Nuffink was stunned. He could see his reflection inside the big rounded pupils, but most of all he could the curious gaze.
He tried what Braan made him do with Snow, and what his father made him do with Toothless, years ago.
He stretched out his hand towards him, avoiding direct eye contact, moving slowly and unthreateningly. The dragon's gaze left his face to fall on the palm, before nudging it, then he just licked it with a bit too much of slim and affection.
Nuffink blenched and shook vigorously his hand, trying to get rid of the sticky thing he still couldn't bare despite he had never cleaned his notebook nor pod.
All dragons laughed, including Braan, then the other young fury came back. He had a whole bunch of fishes in his paws, and just bumped it all on Day. Said dragon grumbled but still ate one before the other could land. He did so and trotted towards them, a proud look on his scaly face, then he froze seeing Nuffink. He growled and crouched as if he was about to attack, earning growls from Toothless.
He instantly calmed down and even curl up on himself before cautiously approaching with a sniffing snout. Braan extended his arm towards him as a welcome, the dragon then seemed to smile and bounced to rubb against the boy's back, hiding behind him from Nuffink. It was funny to use a much smaller figure as a shield, Braan coudln't hide anuthing from the dragon, not even his whole face, glancing shyly at the viking.
''Nuffink, Dawn. Dawn, Nuffink.''
''Hi there. '' The viking couldn't help but smile. ''He seems to be shy.''
''She.'' Braan corrected, smirking.
Nuffink tendes up his shoulders again, this time with guilt, then he resumed trying to approach the dragon.
''Hi.'' He said while stretching his arm.
The shy dragon slowly got out of her hiding spot, sniffing his still-slighty-slime-covered fingers. She barely let out her tongue and surrepticiously licked it. It tickled him.
He blenched again and laugh, amusing the two smaller dragons. He wanted to touch her too, yet he couldn't do anything as a shadow suddenly came upon them.
A shrill whistling echoed from the sly and the young viking was abruptly yanked upward and thrown a few steps father. An harsh landing awaited him, immediatly followed by something heavy landing on him, then resonate in his ears the most powerful and terrying roar he has ever heared, shaking his whole body to the core.
The too loud sound made him dizzy, but he forced his senses back to him and turned around to face his aggressor. He got petrified. Two eyes, as blue and bright as Dawn's, feriously glaring at him, sharp white teeth on with scales and body. Another night fury, but this one completely white and… thinner ?
Toothless growled something to this female dragon, whose look changed. She rose her head and tilted it to the side with a round look, as if she was discovering all over again the young viking.
She freed hi from her grip and squeal at him in what looked like apologizes. Nuffink jumed on his feets, stumbling around and flailing his arms in defensive position, shaking and stuttering helplessly.
''Wha- W-What, what's happening ?!''
He could only say that before he was tackled to the ground once again. Black and white got mixed up and blurred in a dizzying agitation juste above his head, then he felt again the slubber covering him, this time directly on his face. He struggled like a maggot, pleading for Braan to help him.
Said boy had a hard time suppressing his giggles but came anyways. He pushed the thirs smaller dragon, who stepped aside obediently before flying to the other two young dragon, gargling at the misadventure of the white one.
Sat on the grass, wipping his disgusted face with already wet sleeves, Nuffink eyed all the dragons. They were now six. Snow, Toothless, Dawn, Day, this other black and white small dragon with green eyes, and this adult female white night fury. The five furies seemed to be a family.
Braan helped the viking on his feet, repressing his laughters while he was shaking his hands and wipping his clothes. Nuffink just wanted to wash all of this, he smelt like a rotten fish, yet he could only think avour the dragons.
''Now all family here.'' Braan stated with a soft smile. ''Light and Dusk.''
Light was clearly the mother, and Dusk the third young dragon. He looked a bit like Dawn, except he had green eyes, black snout, the white at the end of his ears was more discreet, and the one on his paws more visible, coming up until his knees.
Dusk seemed really playful and happy, his wet tongue hanging out of his mouth, while the white one, Day, growled so they would focus again on his problem.
''We should free him, don't you think ?'' Nuffink stated to Braan.
''Right. Mommy, help ?''
The boy's dragon mother with her four vast wings blew out from her nostrils, creating a light shining mist. She seemed a bit annoyed, but she still helped. She wrapped her very long and lean tail around the trunk. Nuffink came closer to help her, there was no way a so thin member could have strength- All his toughts died when Snow lifted the tree as if it was weighting nothing. The dragon cooed at his bewildered face, then threw the trunk on the following step, just below them.
The white dragon stretched out his wings with new-found freedom, shaking his back and lifting on his legs. Nuffink and Braan had to duck before the wings could smash them in the face, making them laugh. Day wiggled every piece of his body, making sure he wasn't hurt, and so far he was fine… until he tried to move his tail.
He squealed and froze on spot, curling himself like a baby about to cry. Braan worried and rushed to the appendage to get a closer look. Just between the fins were a bad bruise, swollen and blue.
''Sit.'' The boy asked the dragon.
Day hesitated but did as he was told, looking upon his shoulder while Braan was checking the wound.
He tentatively brushed the skin with his fingers, checking the pain level of his friend. The dragon moaned and frowned, before growling on the boy's face.
''Not good.'' Said boy stated.
Light and Toothless came closer, the mother licking her child's forehead while the pather moaned at Braan, as if he was asking what was wrong.
''Sprained. Maybe broken. No fly like that.''
The young dragon whined even more, and Nuffink felt confused in the middle of all these noises.
''Wait, how come he can't fly ? His wings are fine.''
Braan lifted his head up to him, he seemed surprised by his lack of knowledge.
''Furies need wings and tail. Balance. No fly if-''
His sentence was cut out by Toothless mumbling, then the boy talked again.
''That why Toothless need fake.''
He pointed at the prothestic fin the black dragon was wearing. Nuffink eyed the device, recognizing the smart work of his father, then he felt bad for the small fury.
Small, well… Compared to his dragon parents. He was a bit taller than a yak, which was still pretty huge for twelve old kid.
Nuffink's ideas faded when he heard Snow making some more noises. She was grumbling and gargling deep noises from the dept of her throat, and looked like she was adressing Braan, who spoke in return.
''Me see plant above. Just need two twig and cloth…''
He put his hand over his shoulder and tried to grip something he didn't find. When he turned his head, he hesitated.
''Me cloak ?''
''You left it in the house.'' Nuffink explained.
The boy bite his lips and gave a nervous look to this mother, who only replyed by a blown from her nostrils. Then she grumbled.
''Me know, me know. Me sorry.'' He sighed.
She grumbled again, which seemed to annoy him, then the boy's eyes widdened with what looked like surprise. He then smirked and turned back to her.
''Name no no wings anymore. Nuff give me new name.''
Snow seemed surprised, her eyes grew a little bit and she rose her head the slightest before nudging the boy's stomach with a higher sound which made him laugh.
''Braan.'' He said proudly.
A faint cooing was his only reply, before the dragon dove her snout into his hair, ruffling it a bit and tickling him. Nuffink watch the two and the way they acted towards each other. He was fascinated. A small smile crept onto his face.
''Funny, you look like you can understand what they say.''
Braan's laugh died as he tilted his head towards the vikings.
''Me understand them.'' He shrugged as if it was evidence.
''What ?!'' The viking got stunned.
''What ?'' Braan hesitated. ''You no ?''
That's it for the new chapter :)
I hope you enjoyed seeing Toothless' family. I know the light fury is supposed to be unamed and the nightlights don't have official names, but it seemed more logical for Braan to name them since he did it with his foster mother.
I searched a bit to find out if fandom had named the nightlights, and I found several inspiring names, like Dawn for the white one, Eclipse/Midnight for the blue-eyed one and Crepuscule/Dusk for the last one.
But I wanted them to have a triplet-like name, so they all have a name starting with D.
